Brokeback Momma

Annual fair weekend! 

I love the fair, everything about it - the food, the activities, the people.   This year was different because I usually go on $2 Tuesdays and I don't usually go with my husband, who hates everything about the fair. 

I can't say it was a bad experience, but it was definitely different. First, it was an entirely different crowd on a full-price day. Entirely. As far as people judging watching, that was disappointing. I didn't see one tacky shirt. Not one. And trust me,  I was looking.  But we left early so maybe I just missed that crowd. Maybe there's some unofficial rule that inappropriate shirts and neck tattoos don't make an appearance until dark. But the food made up for it - corn dog, gyro, and turkey leg!  We shared; I didn't eat all of that by myself. Although I kinda wanted to.

I could, and have, spent the entire day at the fair. At one point I was going to take the girls and meet up with the husband later but that morning some friends called and they were going too so plans changed. And even though it cut my fair time down, it was good because I really wasn't looking forward to taking them alone. Most the time I really don't mind doing things myself but the fair...not so much. 

So we left early to take our RV down to Eufaula. I'm sure our neighbors are glad that they don't have to look at that piece of junk anymore. We should have moved it down there years ago, and not just because it's an ugly eyesore. And it is ugly. It was made in the late 70's or early 80's and everything is still original - it's like someone puked brown, rust, and gold all over the place. 

We bought our land when I was pregnant with M. The plan was to build a cabin on it - someplace we could take our kids and enjoy time away. But the land was raw - no septic, no well and not even electrical lines.  This was going to be an expensive project. Which also meant, for us, a very long project.  

I suggested getting a trailer instead. Or even temporarily while we worked to get something built. That's me - instant gratification. I don't like to wait. For anything. But it didn't make sense to my husband to spend the money to buy a trailer and have it hauled out there only to eventually have to get rid of it. And that's him -  big picture, long-term. And that's important but I think sometimes you have to forego practicality for enjoyment. Life it short, you gotta make the most of it while you can. What's the point of having this land if we don't use it? It serves no purpose, there's no benefit.  

It has been used a little - my husband has boys weekend out there about twice a year. I don't really understand how, because there is nothing there. We have the dock, a gravel road, a slab and a water well. That's it - no shelter, no running water, no electric. I'm told that's part of the fun of it...although nothing about any of that sounds fun to me.

So we camped for a few days before taking the RV back for good. I like the idea of camping.  I'm just not sure how I feel about the reality. It's not that I'm too girly or anything. I do enjoy spending time outdoors, I do enjoy campfires, and I do enjoy fishing. I'll bait my own hook and everything. I'm just not so fond of the inconvenience of camping - like sleeping on a couch cushion that converts to a bed when it's over 30 years old and thinner than my fingernail.

The final resting place for "Cama"

Which, by the way, is probably not the best idea if you're having back trouble. Any recovery I've made since hurting my back is gone. I know pulled muscles take a while to heal, but it's to the point that it's hard to function - it hurts constantly. So I'm giving it until Wednesday, then I'm visiting the doctor because this pain has got to go...

Still going to try to go to the gym today. I'm sure you understand from my last few posts that declaration means nothing...but I've got it on my list and I'm gonna work extra hard to make it happen. Wish me luck, I think I may need it!